I have to say, it was a hell of a week to start the new year.
DH got mugged. He's fine; I'm a wreck.
My best friend had emergency surgery for an ectopic pregnancy. She is also fine.
Another friend had to confront her drug-addicted stepson.
My cousin lost her job -- one that she left another lucrative position to accept just four months ago.
Oh yeah, and there was an earthquake.
Except for the robbery, none of this affects me directly, but I am feeling a little emotionally wrung out. I'm holding it together for DS's sake (didn't tell him about what happened to his dad) and my friend's daughter (who knows her mom had surgery but doesn't really know why). I have to hope the next 51 weeks in 2010 go a lot better.